The Pie My Aunt Gave Me

This is based on a recent Thanksgiving experience. It was pretty funny and I thought I might turn it into a poem.

Christmas and Easter are fun in their way,

I won't infer that they are dull,

But my favorite of all is Thanksgiving, I'll say,

This one is the best of them all.

 

You trust the food 'cause it's made by the fam,

(None will poison you during Thanksgiving)

Resting in assurance, I'll say it again;

Of holidays Thanksgiving's the king.

 

And of course the meal is the best all year,

('Cause turkey beats ham any day)

But when all are finished, the real joy is near;

You partake of the dessert tray.

 

My family specializes in fresh baked pies,

There’s not one that ain't made from scratch,

Here are confectionaries of all size,

(And several come in by the batch).

 

And of course, since we're British, the crown of it all,

Is the mincemeat pie baked by Aunt Suzy,

It is glowing with goodness and greatness withal,

(But my taste is a little more choosey).

 

Of course, there are others, and soon I'm caught up,

With pumpkin and and apple and cherry,

And there's Tim my cousin who just threw up,

On the shoes of my Great Uncle Larry.

 

When half the pies are eaten and all are done,

We bid bye to the uncles and aunts,

The grandmas and cousins, their daughters and sons,

Pull out and drive back to their haunts.

 

Now Aunt Suzy comes with a half-eaten pie in her hands,

The mincemeat, the crown of the party

And that I take it home is what she demands,

(And I found that pie a wee bit tarty).

 

"But we've got one at the house," I protest with much vigor,

"Well now you've got two," she replies,

And she plunks it in my hands with a bit of a snigger,

And walks off with triumph in her eyes.

 

I walk to the car feeling the pie's heat,

And tell all about Aunt's generosity.

I set it down right in front of my seat,

And we go down the road with pomposity.

 

We get home and all pile out of the car-door,

And up to bed all the kids get,

No one has thought of the pie on the floor,

No one noticed or remembered it.

 

'I think I'll have just one more piece of pie,'

I think as I pass the pie tins,

And then I remember and go with a sigh,

To the car, and see within--

 

The pie's foil is rumpled and bent out of bust,

The meat underneath is smooshed flat.

The filling is pushed all out of the crust,

Did no one hear a small splat? 

 

The pie's in the trash, and I've learned what I may,

In accepting family generosity,

Put pie in a place where a kid's feet are laid,

And soon it’s of gooey viscosity.  

 

Author's Note

Alright, so I made up the word 'tarty'. It's an adjective; it means 'tart'. With a y on the end. Sometimes even poets get desperate.
Most of the characters mentioned here (including Aunt Suzy) are really my cousins and aunts and other familial relations. Please tell me what you think, and if anything should be changed.

Reviews

[r]

wow... that was different but i liked it!!!!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your First Place Win

[Gregory Hill]

Very good Scoot a couple spelling things but I suck at spelling so I cant complain. overall great job and keep up good work.

[Shanna (Renae)]

Quite good.

Some of the rhymes do seem forced, but I can't complain. I gave up on making rhymes a long time ago.

I've always wanted to try a mincemeat pie . . .

[Céce]

A rollicking fun read! I love this...and I didn't know you were British!! I really don't have any criticism...and I don't really believe in criticising poems. So yeah, love this just the way it is!

[Erin Was Here.]

This is such a funny poem! It is so well-written. The structure worked well and the whole thing flowed. I don't have any criticisms at all.
Great job!
(and I loved that you put your real relatives into it!)

[Bella]

I really, really liked reading this. It made me smile. :)

[Adeline]

This made me lol. :) I like all the rhymes in this poem and the details on the pie types. Nice poem. :)

[The DuchessPoet]

I was just home for Thanksgiving and your poem-story reminded me of my trip!
Very well written and so descriptive that I could picture Aunt Suzy and the desert trays with the different variations of pies! Golly, I don't think I've seen a mincemeat pie since I was a little girl ! I'll have to ask mommy who use to bring them!

Great write and I loved your creative touch --"tarty'! (smiling)

The Duchess

[Michael]

Very nice work Scott. Funny thing is I was sitting reading your poem while finishing off my Thanksgiving leftovers. I really do agree with you on the point you made long it being the best of holidays.

A truly enjoyable read!

Never worry too much about making up words, it fit really well. I do see a couple of spelling nits, now I have skipped the slang but wanted to point out these two: specalizes should be specializes and confectionaries should be confectioneries.